Talk, talk, talk, talk, TALK

Okay

Let's be honest for a moment here.

I've noticed a lot of

Silence

since my last post.

Quiet.

Shhhhhhh.

It's happened before,

like when I've talked about

Post Partum Depression,

or

sad days

or struggles.

Quiet

Awkward silence.

Not the kind of quiet that I'm looking for.

I understand.

You Don't know what to say

You think:

"I can't believe she said THAT.......

that subject is taboo.

Too painful to hear about

or to talk about.

WHAT do I SAY??"

My answer is this,

If it draws your eyes towards Heaven

And makes you remember WHO you are

If it gives HOPE to another

Or TESTIFIES of HE who has gotten you this far.

Open your heart to the SAVIOR

And open you mouth to lift another...

ANYTHING
or
NOTHING
You could always pray, or sing.

When I went to my "Heart of a Woman" retreat that was based on 

Stasi Eldredge's Book - 'Captivating'

There was a lot of talking

34+ women,

No kids or cell-phones

TALK about TALKING!

But we had rules

Because we were there to find Christ and there to heal. 

This is what I had written in my notes:

When visiting - stay in the message of HOPE. 

Take the anger and complaints to GOD and allow HIM to teach and instruct you. 

Stay in the Present Moment.

Not the guilt of the PAST

Or the uncertainty of the FUTURE.

Hope.

Our Children NEED us to talk

And talk and talk and talk

And talk.

Of Hope.

A song to talk about:

 How will they know, the ones for whom we care,

That God is love and with us ev’rywhere,

That life is good, with blessings all can share?

How will they know unless we teach them so?

How will they learn that, though they go astray,

God will forgive and help them find the way?

How will they feel the Spirit day by day?

How will they know unless we teach them so?

How will they grow in wisdom and delight?

How will they choose to follow what is right?

How can they trust the future will be bright?

How will they know unless we show them?

How will they live when they at last are grown?

What will they give to children of their own?

Will they reflect the values we have shown?

How will they know, as on through life they go?

How will they know unless we strive to teach them so?

Words: Natalie W. Sleeth, 1930–1992